Second Clue - Text/Commentlog

[huragokwhistler]

I guess I lost a month somewhere, since it's apparently December now. Well, merry Christmas or whatever holiday everyone celebrates in the winter!

[ Rookie can be non-denominational, see? If anyone's looking for him, they'll find him on the snowy jogging track on Deck Two, out for a run in his armor. What? It's warm! And also face-obscuring. ]

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[defiant_rage]

[Oh hey, Rookie, look who just happens to be stalking Deck Two in a huff. He's still agitated over his random encounter with the ship elf... and when he sees you, he stops.

He knows that armor. He's slain countless of your types of soldiers. And he can't believe one of you has shown up here.]

[huragokwhistler]

[ He slows to a stop when he spots... oh geeze, it's an Elite. He'd been hoping the Covie he'd talked to was a cocky and overbearing Jackal.

An Elite in weird armor. Rookie hadn't seen that armor before. Then again, he hadn't exactly seen an Elite since stepping foot in New Mombasa which was just strange. But no matter. He pipes up.]

You.

[defiant_rage]

[Ripa, eight feet tall and covered in ceremonial silver plating, stands absolutely still. His orange eyes blaze into the Rookie's visor.]

Even here, your race tries to plague and halt the Great Journey. Your heresy will end here, by my hands.

[huragokwhistler]

[ Rookie straightens up to his full 6 feet 1 inches, visor gazing back implacably. It would look ridulous to start typing, so he forces himself to string words together. ]

Only 'Great Journey' here's gonna be my boot going up your ass.